Kamal Malhiabadi Jism mitti mein mil gaya magar ishq ka basera yaadon mein hai,
Yahan se shuru hota hai kamal mere dil ka fasana yaadon mein hai.
Is mitti ke jism ka takabbur to dekho, kehta hai zindagi imtehan hai kis cheez ka,
Takabbur bhara jism mitti mein kho gaya — dekho kamal yaadon mein hai.
Kaisa bewakoof tha main jo chala tha rooh ko likhne,
Socha hi na tha ke toot jayenge duniya ke qalam saare, aur likha jayega bas yaadon mein hai.
Mitti ne poocha Noor se, tu rehti kahan hai,
Noor ne kaha main mitti mein nahi, zarkhez dilon ki yaadon mein hai.
Kuch mitti ke jismon ne nafrat jagai, kuch ne mohabbat roshan kar di,
Jo roshan kar gaye, unka sawera ab bhi yaadon mein hai.
Rooh amanat thi, ajal courier banke le gayi apne makan par,
Boli ye amanat to pehle se hi Khuda ki yaadon mein hai.
Mitti ka jism thak gaya hai, aur mitti mein mil gaya hai,
Thakan ke baad jo sukoon mila, wo sukoon yaadon mein hai.
Firaun bhi mitti hua, uska takht bhi mitti mein kho gaya,
Magar Moosa ka Noor dekho, aaj bhi yaadon mein hai.
Jism ko dafn karke aaye to socha khatam kahani hai,
Kabr par phool dekhe to samjha, ishq ab bhi yaadon mein hai.
Kamal ne jab khud ko mitti kaha, tab jaake samjha raaz ye,
Mitti hona bhi ibadat hai, agar Noor yaadon mein hai.
Interpretation & Literary Context | تشریح و مفہوم
Critical nuances, poetic imagery and philosophical themes
One radif carries the whole philosophy — yaadon mein hai, "it lives in memory." The body returns to dust; what survives is not the body but the Light it carried. Ten sher walk the full circle: love that survives the grave, the pride of dust, the soul that no pen can write, the two kinds of clay, the courier of the trust, and finally the poet's own confession — to call oneself dust is itself worship, if the Light remains.